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The drunk on a platform desires someone he can no longer name. A woman on a night train through Poland refuses to wipe tears from her eyes. In a Whitechapel box room, he pours himself another measure, attempts to call her back. Everything and nothing happening all at once, people moving through life at good speed.
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"Everyone wears black so hard you don't notice after a while that there are differing shades."
David — ‘train in vain’ — Berlin, winter
"Everyone wears black so hard you don't notice after a while that there are differing shades."
"You're not a serious person anymore, Gabriel. Was I ever? Before the drink, yes. Well, sort of."
"Written on a plane while flying away from love and loss. The city below until it wasn't."
"I wait for a train that circles the city like bats. At night in Berlin you can imagine anything you want. The carriages are full of inviting people I never talk to. Everyone wears black so hard you don't notice after a while that there are differing shades."
Written on a Berlin U-Bahn in winter. A punk on the platform, chewing gum the colour of her hair. The Clash in your ears. This lands in your inbox every week. Poetry and fiction. Not about the city. From inside it.
Flash fiction and prose poetry in the minimalist tradition. Gritty, specific, cinematic. Published in Litro, Adelaide Magazine, Cleaver Magazine, and The Dundee Anthology.
Written on trains, in hostels, at café tables in cities still strange. Not about the nomadic life — from inside it. The streets and the people on them are the material. Lisbon. Berlin. Buenos Aires. Glasgow. Seoul.
Pushcart-nominated. Internationally published. Five years on Substack. Over a thousand readers. No publisher. No algorithm. Poetry and fiction in your inbox every week.
In growing pains, two boys sit cross-legged on worn carpet eating Chicken Kiev off steaming plates while their dads drink their wages at the pub. The detail is exact because the memory is exact. David doesn't gather material. He writes from inside it before the city moves on.
A man in a box room in Whitechapel. Love Is A Dog From Hell on the floor. A flip phone and a rolled cigarette. Calling her back. Specific enough to be true. Compressed enough to land in your inbox and stay there.
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Somewhere out there, on a lamplit platform waiting for a last train. At a bar in a city not yet understood. Among crowds moving through after-midnight streets. Poetry and fiction taken from the streets, sent from the road to your inbox every week. Tumbleweed Words is a newsletter inspired by stories found on the road — sometimes discarded, sometimes gifted.
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